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      September 30, 2024Shaking Hands with the DeadR.G. Evans

      They took a piece of cadaver
      and put it in my wrist,
      dead ligament better than
      no ligament at all.
      I wiggle my thumb,
      now free of all pain,
      and think of the rest of the body
      that gave itself unknowingly
      to free me of my suffering.
      The dead are generous that way,
      corneas and kidneys,
      piece by piece making life
      more livable for the living,
      these messiahs among us,
      the Kings of Pieces
      waiting to live again. 
      They even give their hearts
      and ask for nothing in return.

      from #85 – Musicians

      R.G. Evans

      “I’ve played music in bands and solo almost all my life, but since retiring from teaching I’ve spent much more time than before playing at wineries, country clubs, and listening rooms all over New Jersey. I’ve dedicated myself to songwriting, too, with two albums already released and a third I’m in the process of recording now. How has music impacted my poetry? I believe the transaction is the other way around. My work as a poet has helped me write lyrics that are tight, image-driven, and (I’m told) very original. I don’t allow myself the easy out of ‘moon/June’ rhymes or other cliched conventions of popular music, and that rises from my belief that a poet—and a songwriter—has a duty to write something that’s never been written before, not something that’s already familiar. Take for example the opening lines of my ‘love’ song ‘Hearts and Minds’: ‘We go together like a weapon and a wound.’ I like to think that my favorite songwriter, the late great Warren Zevon, would approve.”